The Meaning Of The Holidays

I open my eyes and a grin pops right on my faceI need to get up, there's no time to wasteIt's finally the morning I've been waiting forThere's presents piled from tree to doorI don't know what to open firstThe anticipation almost hurtsMany gifts have my name on the labelMaybe I'll get an Xbox or a hockey tableI open presents one by oneBut before I realize it I'm already doneHow could this morning pass so quickKnowing it's over makes me feel sickThen down the stairs comes the rest of my familyThe feeling passes and I smile calmlyIt's then I realized that they're what matterNot just the gifts, stories, and turkey plattersI'm happy I have them right now, right hereBecause I want to have this feeling every yearThe meaning of this day is very clearYou should spend each minute with laughter and cheer.